Still I dream

These merciless nights are long and cold

Wondering if you were bought and sold

Might as well be a case of black mold

Looking in the wrong place for a heart of gold,

Night after night I still dream

While coming apart at the seams

The enchantress of the night will deem

Your journey was all peaches and cream,

Through the dense patches of fog again

Trying to sleep now and then

Still I will use this poison pen

Engraving notes on the trails of Eve’s Garden,

I’ll unravel the secrets hiding from me

A living crash test dummy

The phantom of the mist may be a little too chummy

Not everyone knows how to be free,

While in court be ready to voice your plea

Justice isn’t everything it claims to be

What dwells in our hearts on bended knee?

All lies and broken hearts paid with a soul crushing fee,

Knowing you and who you are you did it anyway

Like a serpent that knights must slay

In jail cells where only a few criminals stay

Like the cold bed where I lay.